Dying On Our Wedding Week He Saved Her Instead Novels & Stories

On the day of my tenth wedding anniversary, my best friend, Jordan Price, shows up at my doorstep with a cancer diagnosis. He informs me he only has a month left to live, and his dying wish is to have my wife, Renee Myers, be his bride for a day to complete a non-binding wedding ceremony. In my previous life, I find the whole idea absurd. I tell him it isn't appropriate and turn him down. That night, he leaves a suicide note and jumps into the ocean. Jordan had been orphaned at a young age, and Mom takes him in and raises him as her own. When my son, Oliver Hall, is five years old, Jordan even risks his life to rescue him from a blazing building. Consequently, my entire family concludes t

Blood dyed Alina’s dress red, and she slumped down with her eyes wide open. Chaos erupted, and Randy disappeared. The reporters reported the incident while they faced their cameras. They said that healers had already arrived and brought Alina to the hospital on a stretcher. The Union Channel was busy that night. The reporters then went to the hospital to live stream Alina from Wildfire Pack’s location. When midnight struck, the reporters finally announced the healer’s verdict. They failed to rescue Alina, and she died. Nasha was the one who had killed her daughter.

I hissed. He frowned, his tone almost pleading. "I swear, this is the last time. I know you're hurting over Gail, so I'm postponing the wedding. We'll give her a proper funeral. If you want to say goodbye, stop fighting me." "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking. He seized my hand, his smile smug when I didn't pull away. But as he led me out, he stopped dead. In the hall, before Gail's memorial shrine, a crowd danced under flashing lights to a thumping beat. Her photo lay crushed under Lori's stiletto, warped beyond recognition.

Christmas dinner. Wendy Mercer, my adopted sister, brought out a box and suggested we draw lots. "Let's draw lots and see who's the luckiest person in the family." My parents beamed at Wendy. Even my brother Ethan Mercer, who was usually cold and distant, couldn't help but smile at her. There were four slips, and Wendy drew three of them. "Wow! A card linked to Ethan's account, free use of Dad's private yacht, and one of Mom's family heirlooms!" Everyone around the table oohed and aahed. "Wendy really is our family's lucky charm." I picked up the last slip and unfolded it. "Go to the abandoned rest stop and check in." A chill ran through my whole body. "I'm not going. It's too dangerous out

she murmured, “if you die before I enjoy being your wife... I will resurrect you just to kill you again.” “Damn! That's romantic.” “You know what’s romantic? Not dying on our wedding night.” *** The convoy exploded less than a mile from the safehouse. I remembered the blast and the heat that came out of it. The sound of metal ripped apart like paper. I remembered Keller screaming my name, dragging me out of the wreckage. I remembered trying to stand with blood pouring down my leg and my head spinning. My heart was slowing like it didn’t want to beat anymore and I remembered one thought just one right before I passed out.

“Now, do you believe it?” I kept my head down, hiding the resentment in my eyes. In my past life, I blamed myself for Hank’s sudden death. On our wedding anniversary, I made a passing comment about craving the mousse cake from across the street. Jumping to action, Hank grabbed his jacket and ran out. He never came back. A speeding truck struck him, the force so big that it ripped his body apart. When I got the call and rushed over, Judy and Lyra were already there.

V to where the wedding will be shown live and she sees Manuel waiting for the bride father to bring her and she was surprised to see her and she flashes back to her men pouring a petrol on the car and she throwing a lighter on it and she says to herself. “My men threw that car down the valley ,I was there to see, she and the driver yelled in pain , so how is it possible for her to survive the burnt car” she says.

"That is certainly an interesting way to die. What do you think, Finn?" I mirrored her smile, staring down at the pathetic pair. "Since Dorothy suggested it, let her watch as her little lover meets his grisly end." Rob instinctively tried to flee. Savannah swiftly flicked her wrist and threw the dagger. The blade pierced through his arm before embedding in Dorothy's hand. The two of them shared a ridiculous pose, leaning against each other in agony. My parents and I couldn't help but laugh. Savannah sneered, "Today is my wedding day, a day of great joy. I don't want to waste my energy on trash like you. Now I graciously allow you two to attend the wedding of Finn and me."

"You're making this unnecessarily difficult." "I don't think I'm the one doing that." "Vespera, listen to yourself. You're married. You can't suddenly decide that you don't have responsibilities." "I haven't forgotten my responsibilities." "Then act like it." The words landed harder than they should have. Not because they were new, but because I remembered hearing something very similar in another life. I remembered standing in a crowded evacuation centre, asking him to come back for me. I remembered the look he gave me before he left, the calculation in his eyes, the way he decided that saving me wasn't worth the risk.

He would then sit at my grave and our child's, drinking until dawn with tears streaming down his face. Just when my soul had finally decided to forgive him, he chose to marry Jo instead. On the very day we had originally planned for our wedding. The whole Marchetti family celebrated for him, certain he'd finally moved past his grief. Instead, he put a gun in his mouth on his wedding day and pulled the trigger. His last words were that if he ever got the chance to live it all again, he'd choose me without a second's hesitation. And somehow, that single line had been enough to fool me. Some small, stupid hope had lingered in me. I thought that maybe this time, he wouldn't leave me to burn.